MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
By Nicholas Lemann, The New Yorker, October 1, 2012
I. CHURCH
This summer, I spent most of an afternoon in Salt Lake City with Douglas Anderson, a friend of Mitt Romney’s. Anderson lives in a housing development in the foothills of the mountains that rise to the east of the city. We met in his living room, which leads to a patio with a view across the Great Basin—[....] Anderson, a bald, amiable man in his early sixties, is a Democrat, but, like Romney, he is a Mormon, with deep roots in Utah; he is part of the business-school and management-consulting worlds; and his father always made it clear that holding a high political office would be the excellent culmination of a career. In Belmont, Massachusetts, where both men lived for years, Anderson was the Romney family’s “home teacher,” assigned by the Church to pay monthly visits to support the family and its religious life and to offer a little guidance [....]
Anderson told me an almost surreal story about his first encounter with Romney, in 1968 [....]
Another Mormon friend who shares Romney’s background (church, business school, long residence in Belmont, Massachusetts) is Clayton Christensen, the Harvard Business School professor and renowned management guru. He remembers first encountering Romney in an economics class at Brigham Young University, in 1970 [....]
Comments
OMG, this is one of the poorest written articles I've ever read. Drier than the Sahara and I swear, if possible the writing is done in a monotone - I literally nodded off after a couple of pages.
I'm not sure what the point is here, because if this is the best he can do in 'telling us the story of Mitt', it's pitiful. I sometimes did get the sense he was trying to explain the reason Mitt is so terrific and wow, what a guy, but it's without any zest or passion, or any feeling for that matter - maybe he's been programmed to write in robotic text or Spock is his muse.
Blah, blah, bah....................................
by Aunt Sam on Mon, 10/08/2012 - 1:54am